18 Sets.33: A Little Agency - Laney Model

“Souls aren’t in my manual,” I lied.

One more job. One more nudge, and I’d be over the threshold. I’d start dreaming. I’d start questioning. And then someone just like me would get a call at 4:17 AM. A Little Agency - Laney Model 18 Sets.33

I pressed the syringe to the port behind her ear. The plunger slid down like a sigh. Her eyes fluttered. For one second — just one — her expression shifted from resignation to terror. Then it smoothed out, like a pond after a stone sinks. “Souls aren’t in my manual,” I lied